Sarah Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem I Shall Not Care of poet Sarah Teasdale

I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April
 Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
 I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
 When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
 Than you are now.